Post by A Mocking Bird on Feb 9, 2008 11:17:45 GMT -8
Registered Name:A Mocking Bird
Nick Name:Bird
Age:4
Breed:Anglo-Arab
Gender:Mare
Color:Dark Bay
Markings:Star
Height:15.2 hh
Personality:Snobby, High Standards, Loves Freedom. Maybe even High maintnence. Protective.
History: Her story is not sad, nor happy. Growing up in what ever herd would have her. She was born an orphan. Her father, a evil forcer. Her mother, a temptress of some sorts. Her mothers luck finally ran out after she had Mocking Bird. A sad tragic fight that ended in death of the mare, and orphanage of the foal.
With the screaming of the wind and the crack of thunder.
Her destiny was created and written in both stone and the stars. Sealing her fate.
One surviver of the fight. A mocking bird. High in the trees. And so it was, the tale of A Mocking Bird.
Sire:The Forcer, Madicar
Dam:The Temptress, Apera
Foals:Not yet of age.
Mate:Just coming of age.
RP Sample:Yes, i just picked a random one.
Erinn, after seeing Orion, was in a much mood. She decided to take him into the dressage arena for some lunging. Thinking that Jake would be in the jumping arena. He hadn't gotten out of the stall all day and was a bit antsy. She was in the middle of starting when Jake came in.
She looked away. Remembering the last time they had seen each other. In the mean time she had changed into a green-blue jacket and her hair was neatly put into a low pony tail to control it. In her left hand was a long green lunge line, in her right, was a black lunge whip.
She pulled her horse into the side of the arena. Unclipping a lead rope from around her waist she hooked it to Orion's halter. She folded the lunge line and took apart the lunge whip so it was in two peices. Using the fence for support she not-to-gracefully scampered onto Orion's back. She wasn't going to ride him, though she felt guilty about not having a helmet on.
She through the lunge line and whip over the fence so they landed on the ground on the other side. She didn't feel like holding them. 'Great, now i cant lunge.' She pouted to herself but soon got over it when she saw how he handled the horse he was on. 'He does ride quite well doesn't he.' Erinn thought to herself. At the same time she caught herself staring at him. 'What are you doing? You hate him remember.' One side, the mean hot-headed side of her told herself. No you don't, you just don't want to admit that you have been crushing on him since he put you in your place that first day in class. That was the nice, kind side of her. Even if you dont hate him, he hates you. That was the hot-headed, mean side again.
She shook her head, siding with both sides. She had seen jake act like he was battleing with himself in his head, she hadn't actually ever done it. It surprised her now. 'I wonder if this is what jake feels when he looks lost deep in thought'
:OOC Name:Snowstorm
Picture: (Required)i86.photobucket.com/albums/k93/snowstar101/Mock.jpg
Nick Name:Bird
Age:4
Breed:Anglo-Arab
Gender:Mare
Color:Dark Bay
Markings:Star
Height:15.2 hh
Personality:Snobby, High Standards, Loves Freedom. Maybe even High maintnence. Protective.
History: Her story is not sad, nor happy. Growing up in what ever herd would have her. She was born an orphan. Her father, a evil forcer. Her mother, a temptress of some sorts. Her mothers luck finally ran out after she had Mocking Bird. A sad tragic fight that ended in death of the mare, and orphanage of the foal.
With the screaming of the wind and the crack of thunder.
Her destiny was created and written in both stone and the stars. Sealing her fate.
One surviver of the fight. A mocking bird. High in the trees. And so it was, the tale of A Mocking Bird.
Sire:The Forcer, Madicar
Dam:The Temptress, Apera
Foals:Not yet of age.
Mate:Just coming of age.
RP Sample:Yes, i just picked a random one.
Erinn, after seeing Orion, was in a much mood. She decided to take him into the dressage arena for some lunging. Thinking that Jake would be in the jumping arena. He hadn't gotten out of the stall all day and was a bit antsy. She was in the middle of starting when Jake came in.
She looked away. Remembering the last time they had seen each other. In the mean time she had changed into a green-blue jacket and her hair was neatly put into a low pony tail to control it. In her left hand was a long green lunge line, in her right, was a black lunge whip.
She pulled her horse into the side of the arena. Unclipping a lead rope from around her waist she hooked it to Orion's halter. She folded the lunge line and took apart the lunge whip so it was in two peices. Using the fence for support she not-to-gracefully scampered onto Orion's back. She wasn't going to ride him, though she felt guilty about not having a helmet on.
She through the lunge line and whip over the fence so they landed on the ground on the other side. She didn't feel like holding them. 'Great, now i cant lunge.' She pouted to herself but soon got over it when she saw how he handled the horse he was on. 'He does ride quite well doesn't he.' Erinn thought to herself. At the same time she caught herself staring at him. 'What are you doing? You hate him remember.' One side, the mean hot-headed side of her told herself. No you don't, you just don't want to admit that you have been crushing on him since he put you in your place that first day in class. That was the nice, kind side of her. Even if you dont hate him, he hates you. That was the hot-headed, mean side again.
She shook her head, siding with both sides. She had seen jake act like he was battleing with himself in his head, she hadn't actually ever done it. It surprised her now. 'I wonder if this is what jake feels when he looks lost deep in thought'
:OOC Name:Snowstorm
Picture: (Required)i86.photobucket.com/albums/k93/snowstar101/Mock.jpg
